Hopeless Romantics

The first heartbreak

Making his way to a seat in his history classroom, Dylan winked as he walked past a few people. At this point, Dylan felt on top of the world. His new friends were clearly infatuated by him, and Dylan liked the feeling of his superiority showing itself so clearly.

Dylan couldn't stop himself from wiggling around in his seat for the rest of the day. He was eager to get to the end of the day, so he could meet his new friend at his house. 

Dylan had never been to anyone else's house before, unless you count the old lady across the road who would pay Dylan's parents to watch him play. He spent the day drawing out a bedroom on a sheet of paper he found in someone's school bag. He did his best to imagine what Pauls house looked like. Drawing a bed in the corner of the room, and a desk of draws in the middle, he didn't know what else to add. 

He went onto Pinterest  to find room inspiration, only to find out that his parents had hardly given him the bare minimum that was expected in a room. His consisted of a bed, small but Dylan was able to fit on it due to the fact that Dylan was shaped an awful lot like an elf. This, of course, added to his childlike charm that people around him found so mesmerising. To the side of his bed was a small draw unit. Dylan couldn't help but wonder if his family was poor, but before he could dwell on it for too long, he pushed those thoughts away and continued on his search. 

By the end of his last lesson, Dylan was bursting with so much energy he was almost shaking. As soon as the bell rang, he sprung out of his seat and hurried to the door, not looking behind him. 

He heard the teacher call out his name, but he didn't stop. He collided with the doors of the school.

Dylan chuckled under his breath, covering his mouth slightly with his hand. 

'How clumsy I am' He thought to himself

 He was completely and utterly out of breathe as he pulled the door open and stepped outside. He lifted his nose up to smell the air and grinned to himself.  His first day at school had been a BLAST!

When Dylan arrived home, he ran to his room, and closed the door. Quickly he changed his outfit. 

'A floral number will do' He muttered to himself as a took his flower power suit out of his wardrobe.

He changed quickly so he would have enough time to do his hair. He gelled it back with soap, as he didn't have any hair gel, and clipped in some flower hairclips. He struck a couple poses in his mirror, and was off. 

Until. He realised he didn't actually know where to go. 

Oh bums.

He leapt back inside and called out to his mother and father. Neither of which responded. He knew they were home and yet they were ignoring him. Usually Dylan wouldn't of even batted a very long, pink mascara coloured eyelash at it, however he needed them. he truly needed them and so he was going to fight for his parents attention. 

He decided to use affectionate nicknames

'Mummykins, Papabear?

No response...

Dylan huffed out a foul breath of air as he plopped down on his leathery sofa. 

Suddenly he remembered. During his time with Paul and Ashton today, he'd managed to get Ashton's phone number. Shuffling towards the family phone, Dylan pulled out a napkin that he'd taken from the cafeteria. He dialled the number slowly and carefully. Each click bringing him closer to success. 

'Hello.... Who is this?'

'This is Dylee. You're friend new!' Dylan squealed excitedly into the phone. 

'Oh! Dylan, how lovely of you to call! What can I do for you? 

'I need directions house to Pauls'

'Of course! I can take you there if you want?'

'I have transport my own, but you can with me come?'

'I'll be there! where do you live'

'27 Puddin' Ridge Road! I told already you! Dylan exclaimed with slight disappointment.

he had to admit, he was slightly upset about the fact that Ashton hadn't memorised his street, but he decided not to dwell on it for too long.

'Right, yes, sorry. I'll be right there.' Sais Ashton suddenly

Dylan didn't know how else to respond to this, and so found this button to hang up and pressed it swiftly.

He fell back onto his bed. It made a snapping sound and Dylan began to feel himself fall. With that he felt to bed beneath him give way as he fell down the middle. He stood up. His bed was in two perfectly split pieces, angling onto the floor.

He was lucky though, Dylan knew. He didn't have to worry about how his parents would react. They wouldn't punish him. Mainly because, as Dylan knew, they would never buy him a new bed. He didn't have much time to think about it though, as he heard a knock at his door.

Dylan had never had a knock at his door before. No one ever came to visit. His parents were unknown and everyone else was too intimidated to come over for Dylan. 

He bolted downstairs, but as he neared the last step, he made sure he looked and sounded composed. After all, he couldn't answer the door out of breath and perspiring. He gathered himself, fanning and spritzing himself in his Justin Bieber Someday perfume. It was his favourite, since he had been a little boy. He'd had the same bottle for almost ten years, and he could till remember counting every penny he had been given for playing in front of his elderly next door neighbour. It had been his Christmas present, the only one he'd ever gotten.

Sliding across the deadbolt and unlocking the door, Dylan was met with the most beautiful grin he'd had the pleasure of seeing.

And he was holding out a bouquet of flowers.

'Oh' Dylan exclaimed, casual as can be, leaning against his doorframe. 'I expecting wasn't you.'

Ashton gave a charming chuckle and laughed a bit to himself, grinning to the floor.

'Dylan, we called do you not remember?'

'Oh, right, well, I called just many so people after you.' Dylan said, nonchalantly 'hard to track keep' 

Dylan watched Ashton's face for any sign of lust. 

'Well, I'm here now, and I'm going to take you to Pauls.' He said, ignoring Dylan's previous statement. 'Can I give these to your parents?' He added, gesturing towards the flowers he was holding.

Dylan had to admit he was slightly taken aback that the flowers weren't for him.

'I-I-I um I dont parents have actually.' Dylan answered matter of factly. He couldn't think as to why he said this, but was sure it wouldn't make a difference, only that he would get to keep he beautiful flowers that Ashton had brought over.

'Oh gosh. I'm so deeply sorry. My biggest condolences. I know how it feels though. Last night, my phone died and I couldn't talk to Destiny!'

'Destiny?' Dylan repeated

'My girlfriend.' 

Oh.

Dylan was not expecting that. He began to think about their last encounter at school, and remembered Destiny being mentioned briefly, but truth be old, Dylan really hadn't given much thought to it. He had been scanning the school, for anyone who wanted to talk to him. 

Ashton must have noticed the blank look on Dylan's face. He put his arm out for Dylan to take and turned.

Dylan took Ashton's arm.

Ashton led the way.